Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Dingheng was not like his other brothers. He was the only one in the Marquisâs Manor who had never been on the battlefield and had no military merits. However, he relied on his wifeâs merits to inherit the title of nobility. Chu Xiaotian knew that he was a coward and did not respect him.
Su Dingheng shivered but remained silent.
On the other hand, Su Dingwei raised his sword. âChu Xiaotian, donât act recklessly. Your Regional Princeâs Mansion may be prestigious, but my Marquisâs Manor is not to be trifled with! Youâd better leave now!â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTell me to leave? Does your daughter still want to return to the princeâs mansion?â Chu Xiaotian pointed his sword at Su Dingwei with a fierce expression.
Your Highness, Chu Xiaotian, considered himself far superior to Su Dingwei, a mere General Weiwu. He wouldnât have allowed Su Dingwei to shout at him so loudly if it werenât for the sake of Su Han. Su Dingwei ended up with only minor injuries.
Su Dingweiâs weakness was exploited, and he fumed with anger. âYouâ¦!â
He wished he could chop Chu Xiaotian into pieces, but he was his daughterâs husband!
His daughterâs future still belonged to the Regional Princeâs Mansion.
âMaster, refrain from further actions. Be careful not to harm yourself.â Qin Wan quickly walked to his side, supporting him. âMaster, Hanâer is still the Regional Princess of the princeâs mansion. Please donât fight anymore.â
Su Dingwei sighed heavily, his eyes filled with unwillingness. âSigh!â
Seeing the couple compromise, Chu Xiaotian was about to rush in and seize Su Han.
But Su Dingheng angrily shouted, âStop right there!â
Although Su Dinghengâs health was not good, with Zhilanâs support, he stood firm. His voice wasnât loud, yet it carried a distinctive aura. âThis is my Marquisâs Manor. Inside the medicine hut are my daughter and niece. I donât care if youâre a Regional Prince or how capable you are. As long as Iâm standing here, donât even think about going in and disturbing my daughterâs peace. Otherwise⦠Even if you cut off my head, 1â11 still stare at you with my eyes wide open, you bastard!â
Su Dingheng stood in front of Chu Xiaotian, shouting at him. His appearance, both swaying and his words, didnât seem fitting for a Marquis. Instead, he resembled a carefree young master who once roamed the streets.
After pretending for many years, ever since marrying Long Shuli, he hadnât truly lived as himself.
Yet now, he was shamelessly using his status.
And Chu Xiaotian, this prince, couldnât do anything when he saw him like this!
Su Dingheng even took out one of the guardâs swords and pointed it at Chu Xiaotian, yelling, âBastard, come at me! My father is the Defender General, my brother is General Weiwu, my wife is the princess, and my daughter⦠My daughter is also a peerless genius doctor. Sheâll be rich and famous in the future. Even a prince like you will have to kneel when you see her!â
Su Dinghengâs current behavior was surprisingly unexpected.
Su Dingwei suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. The few brothers had been striving since childhood, but Su Dingheng was the odd one out. He wasnât good at either literature or martial arts, yet he enjoyed mingling in the streets. Starting as a young master of the Marquisâs Manor, he ended up as a playboy. However, this group of generals only knew how to fight head-on, while Su Dingheng was smooth.
Chu Xiaotian was both surprised and disdainful. âA noble Marquis acting like a street scoundrel. What a joke!â
âEven if Iâm a joke, you still have to call me Second Uncle! Donât forget, you married my niece, my junior! What were you doing just now? Hitting my big brother? Hitting your father-in-law? I think your head has been cut off by a sword, leaving only half a paste! Now, take your men and get lost! Or, when my daughter comes out, youâll be beaten up like your mother!â